The unlikely story of the very first Photoshop image

Roughly 27 years ago, John Knoll snapped a photograph of his then-girlfriend Jennifer sitting topless on a beach in Bora Bora. The couple, both working for Lucasfilm's Industrial Light & Magic special-effects company at the time, were on vacation following...

Would you like me to PM you a few links? I can't guarantee you the same girl (*), but I can guarantee the angle you seek, pornhopper.*

(*)Besides, she'd be in her late 40's or early 50's by now.

OTOH, perhaps the picture was taken from the back, for good reason.

@Shawn Knight You didn't finish the "Access Hollywood" side of the story. Are they still together? Did the ever marry? If they did, was there an ugly divorce? If there was an ugly divirce, who got the kids? Who got the dog?

Would you like me to PM you a few links? I can't guarantee you the same girl (*), but I can guarantee the angle you seek, pornhopper.*

(*)Besides, she'd be in her late 40's or early 50's by now.

OTOH, perhaps the picture was taken from the back, for good reason.

@Shawn Knight You didn't finish the "Access Hollywood" side of the story. Are they still together? Did the ever marry? If they did, was there an ugly divorce? If there was an ugly divirce, who got the kids? Who got the dog?

Perspiring minds want to know.

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lolz naw I've been done with porn for a long time now, but I still like to be silly

Guys, the story does not "abruptly end." If you pull up the layers pane and adjust the opacity for 'Rest of Story' (Layer 3 in some instances), you should be able to read the whole piece. Why the author decided to hide that layer is anybody's guess.

Could you be placated by a similar but different story drawn from my own feckless youth?

There she was, sauntering down Baltimore Pike in Clifton Heights, on the opposite side of the 4 lane. Resplendent in skin tight hipster jeans, tight midriff blouse, and waist length blonde hair wafting in the gentle summer breezes. I gazed longingly in her direction, while whispering a non-denominational prayer against my possible disappointment, should she "grace" me with her countenance. "Don't turn around darling, I want to remember you just the way you are". Fate intervened, and she glanced in my direction. My lust and prurient interest faded in her single horrific glance. I feel quite blessed and lucky to this day, having eluded, (only barely), being turned to stone.(*)

To this day though, I carry two paper bags at the ready, should our paths ever cross in the future. And as long as she hasn't gained too much weight, I'm not as prideful as I was in my younger days.